When I was very young, I spent summers at my grandfather's ranch in New Mexico. There was no electricity. No television or even radio. It was a magical place for a little boy during the day, but pretty boring alone in my room in the adobe guest house in the evening. However, there were a lot of books in there. I lit the kerosene lantern and read "The Maneaters of Kumaon" by Jim Corbett. The true story of a man who set out alone to get tigers that had killed and eaten hundreds of people fascinated me. I ended up reading all of the books in more...
